The sky is blue,
somewhere beyond those clouds.
Deep purple,
fat with late season snow.
This winter
seems different than the last;
shorter,
yet it seems to go on and on.
It’s tough to judge by time.
It’s not like we have changed so much
that we perceive time differently,
or maybe our concourse around the Sun
has shortened,
but it is as if
the measure of meaning
that we place on time
seems to be in short supply.
I only get this one life.
Only so many spins on this ball.
I find myself
judging my time by you,
and I feel, now
that I am left wanting.
I measure each minute
by how I spend it with you.
I gauge the weeks,
and the months,
and the years,
by how they pass on your face;
and babe,
I have never taken the time
to really notice you
and who you are.
Like ignoring every sunrise
for my whole life.
You act so strong,
but I know you’re carrying
a ton of doubt,
and pain,
and anger’
and a lot of that is my fault.
I know it.
I took time for granted,
thinking that if I just worked so hard,
I could undo my past mistakes,
but I can’t.
I just keep sacrificing
the present for the past,
and that ain’t fair to you.
Babe,
I love you.
More than all the words
in all the world
could ever describe.
I’m going to take back my time.
I’m going to find a way,
so I don’t have to keep
giving up tomorrow.
Our tomorrow.
I love you.
For this time,
and all time.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
HG – 2020
